Strange Conversations II
A/N: Oh, you lot are so nice! I hadn't expected any reviews for the first chapter, so it was a lovely surprise!
Here's the next installment. Credit goes to my sister, Alda Rethe, who was the supreme mastermind behind this one. Love ya, sis!
Raoul happily skips down the fifth cellar and stops, hearing the beginnings of a bizarre chat...
Christine: Oh, come now Erik. Don't be such a baby.
Erik: But Christine! I've never done it before! What if--?
Christine: Nonsense, Erik. You won't hurt me. I've done it a million times.
Erik: -suspicious- A million?
Christine: Yes. It's child's play. Just follow my lead.
(Now curious, Raoul skips closer to the door, putting his ear against it)
Erik: All right, Christine. I trust you.
Christine: As you should. Now you hold that, while I hold this. And when I say, you press and squeeze and twist that into this. Ready, now do it!
(Raoul hears Erik grunt and Christine gasp happily)
Christine: -excited- Why, you're a natural, my dear!
Erik: -concerned- Is all that stuff supposed to be coming out?
Christine: Of course, that's the whole point! But to get results, you gotta work harder. Now press down harder, Erik! Harder!
Erik: I'm trying!
(Raoul feels quite sick)
Christine: OW. It went in my eye!
Erik: Oh, I'm so sorry, Christine. Are you all right?
Christine: It stings!
Erik: -sadly- I told you I'd hurt you!
(Raoul faints in sheer horror)
Christine: No, I'm fine. Really. Okay, that looks like enough. Are you ready to add the sugar? (puts down lemon juicer/squeezer thing)
Erik: Sure. (puts down lemons) We should make lemonade more often.
A/N: Didya like it? Review n' tell me what you think! If you lot have any suggestions or requests for the next one, that would be welcome!